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Music

Black Taxi / Mike Krum / Les Sans Culottes / Hank & Cupcakes

When

Saturday Oct 31, 2009 (8pm)

Where

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The Mercury Lounge (Venue Partner)

217 E Houston St

212.260.4700

Directions: F, JMZ at Essex and Delancey or F, V at 2nd Ave

Price

$10

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The Mercury Lounge says…

Celebrate Halloween - Costume Contest!

Black Taxi - 11:30

Mike Krum - 10:30

Les Sans Culottes - 9:30

Hank & Cupcakes - 8:30

 

Cash prizes given away at the show so come in your Halloween's best! Sounding like a Tarantino film in stereo, BLACK TAXI seduces with the seediness of a pulp fiction novel. A decaying sideshow that's as sexy as it is punk rock, the band's lyrics paint woozy pictures of Kerouac-ian misadventures, featuring a rotating cast of transvestites, bible-thumpers and corrupt cops. A cavalier concoction of carnival trumpets, swaggering bass lines and smoldering guitar, BLACK TAXI plays like a vintage spaghetti western dressed up in neon lights...the soundtrack to that desert road trip you should have taken back when your girl dumped you and you chanced upon her acid cache. ***********************

Bred from the blue-collar working class and raised to believe that "musician" was not a viable career choice, Mike started his post-college years as a plumber and 8th grade English teacher. But in early 2006, much to the dismay of his students and Long Island homeowners, Mike cast aside "responsibility" and dedicated every aspect of his existence to pursuing his dream of music. Mike and his cousin and music producer Dave Chiappetta have holed up in their Brooklyn studio for over a year, and emerged with what has been hailed as Mike's "most accomplished" and "thoroughly invigorating" set of music to date. In March 2007, Mike and his band took the New York rock stage, and have not looked back. In September 2007, Mike Krum released his first self-titled independent EP, the first pressing of which sold out in a matter of weeks. *************************

Many questions arise when you get into the musical world of the band Les Sans Culottes. Are they French? Then why are they from Brooklyn? Are they really singing in French, or are they making it up as they go along? And why was it so hard not to dance when I hear them play? Founding member Clermont Ferrand, who goes by his real, more Anglicized name, Bill Carney, when he's not on stage, cares only about the last question when it comes to explaining his band. "I was visiting friends in Paris, and they turned me on to all this great pop music, and I became obsessed with it. I knew it was something I wanted to create myself," Carney said. "When I got back to Brooklyn, I started putting together a band, but it took awhile to find people who were as passionate about French pop music as I was." Since forming nine years ago, Les Sans Culottes has gone through several different lineups and put out five CDs of the kind of French pop music Carney fell in love with way back when. As to whether he's worried if people "get it" after all these years, Carney just sighed in a very French sort of way. "I think people who come see the show enjoy the music we make and the energy we bring to it," he said. "It's not about understanding everything we say. Some of my favorite bands, like The Clash and Led Zeppelin, can't be understood all the time, and they sing in English."-Boston Now

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"Armed only with a drum kit, a bass guitar and a complete disregard for their own limitations, Hank & Cupcakes smack and slap their way through herky-jerky dance-pop songs that bristle with sass and sexuality. Hank steers the ship with imaginative, lyrical bass lines that provide both melody and pulse, carefully eschewing flashy showmanship for steady, artful loops. In that sonic sandbox, Cupcakes builds her castle, layering sturdy disco rhythms and fractured rock beats with sultry vocals chiseled on Pat Benatar’s battlefield of love. She plays the drums standing up for maximum vocal power, which is a spectacle, so much force being projected from such a diminutive package" Fly Magazine